Yes. There was one flicker in the power and that was it. We had rain--but not torrential--and some waves of wind--but not enough to bring any trees down around us, and we're heavily forested. It was mild enough that I went out to the screen pavilion in my backyard for two hours before dinner and read. It's dead calm now and no rain. And since we're no where near the eye of the storm, I'm assuming our "experience" with Irene is over--other than housing and feeding refugees from the coast for two more nights.

'Fraid so.
I'd rather have had Amstel, but they wouldn't let the Lorry through Customs.
But it will do until we get the new English light ale round ( there's this hiatus about now that has something to do with Yeast, Temperature and settling).

'Fraid so.
I'd rather have had Amstel, but they wouldn't let the Lorry through Customs.
But it will do until we get the new English light ale round ( there's this hiatus about now that has something to do with Yeast, Temperature and settling).

So I await this with some anticipation:-
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Handley, you're going to make me cry. I remember Directors' Bitter from the summer of '91 when we lived in Hampstead, a street or two from the Heath. I think the local pub was The Stag. Cheers! Bung ho!